Status Update

Aye While you waitin' on your attitude to switch up I'm eatin' shrimp and grits up, gettin my dick sucked Then afterwards I twist up, wait (Wait) Just a little status update for these niggas who hate Cause I transport beats like Jason Statham then Make money clean like I'm Jason Bateman, I Still feel chills when I hit the stages, cause Life got real, had me tied like laces, now Niggas in my inbox talking crazy, I Roll up with my own rolling paper, then Screenshot and laugh, I don't fuck with the games I wonder what's your thread count, we ain't cut from the same And really, where was your hate when it was hard to maintain And I only had a girl that used to fry me plantain Only came cause I'm finna have a name, that's lame I'm feeling generous lettin' you live vicariously through my reign Jewels dropped for headtop, I had to scoop 'em up Who's hot as Sir Hop? I got to cool it bruh New drops just won't stop, I'm actin' foolish huh Keep it movin' 'til they recognize I am the movement I really do this Leave naysayers lookin' foolish Hate that I had to legitimize my craft for lesser humans I got the sauce like Paul Newman and it's all my own I serve it to you from the bottom of my corazon This beat sound like the calm before the war went on You know, that type of peace you never get to hold for long But fuck it, I'm gettin' to the provolone Droppin' off a shipment of dope to your mobile phone